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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Why, whenever I sews up a chap in his hammock as dies at sea, which I've often had to do as part of the sail-maker's duty in the many ships I've been in, I allers makes a p'int of sticking my needle through the corpse's nose, to prevent him slipping out of his covering."
They don't use it now for no war purposes, but it makes a pretty p'int in the landscape, and folks go there for picnics and such in the summer season." "When was it built?" asked Candace, charmed to find somebody able and willing to satisfy her curiosity. "Wa'al, I reckon it was about 1812, when we was a-tackling the British for the last time.
"Why, that's what they call blackmail, ain't it?" "Oh, I don't care whut they call it, but I want you to git it fur me. That p'int is settled. You've got to git it, an' git it quick." "Why, Peters, I'd have to sell my land." "Better do that than to throw away yo' liberty. You know that it means ruin for you an' yo' wife an' a broken heart fur yo' girl.
"It would be such easy work for you." "Aye, I'll allow the work wouldn't exactly hev me beat," agreed Jim. "But Oh, well I ain't a Britisher, to begin with, an', what's more to the p'int, a week in barracks 'd choke me." "But they'd be wise enough to keep you pretty much on the trail; and you're at home there."
If I'd been a drinkin' man I'd 'a' been sure I had the jimmies. I wanted to p'int it out to Ma, but I was afeard it might go hard with 'er, for she's a believer in hobgoblins, an' might 'a' raised a noise.
"Well, you look at him!" shouted Hiram, slapping his breast. He noted a look of alarm on the Cap'n's face, and muttered to him under his breath: "You ain't goin' to let a pack of wimmen back ye down, be ye?" "How be we goin' to work to run it?" whispered the Cap'n. "That ain't the p'int now," growled Hiram. "The p'int is, we're goin' to run it. And you've got to back me up."
They used to tell how Silas Petty mourned for forty days, and, as Sally Ann said, he had about as much religion as old Dan Tucker's Derby ram. "However, it was the organ I set out to tell about. It's jest like me to wander away from the p'int. Abram always said a text would have to be made like a postage stamp for me to stick to it.
"Well, yes-if you wont talk anything but shop I s'pose I must come to the p'int. Isay! you don't keep any thing to drink 'bout yer, do ye-Jake?" "14 from 23 are 9-I'll get you something when we get done. Please explain how we can serve one another." "Jake, I done everything for you, and you ain't done nothin' for me since I died.
I tuke some bread an' drippin' long with me. Wheer's Tom to?" "Gone to schule this half-hour. 'Tis nine o'clock an' past. Wheer you bin, I sez? 'Tain't much in your way to rise afore me of a marnin'." "Out through Mouzle to Gorse P'int to see Joe's ship pass by; an' I seen en butivul." "Thank the Lard he's gone. Now, I s'pose, theer'll be a bit peace in the house, an' you'll bide home an' work.
And the world is full of quartz but you don't find a mine right next to a well-worn trail. Have you got that piece of rock? Well now you see the p'int he took it away! Would he do that if his mine was on the square?" "Well, I don't know why not," answered Billy at last and then she bowed her head and turned away.
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